And verily, the misbegotten woodworker took unto himself his design, and in the other, his MAGNIFICENT LIGHT-BLADE (a Bosch Colt little girl hand router), and he fashioneth a jig, and scribed many bad designs, until verily, he sang [to the tune of “Jada”]...
RABBETS.... rabbets... R-A-B-B-EEETS-“S” [%] I know a girl who can cut them in the grass/ I know a girl who has them cut into her assssshtray...
Now my emulsion drying box (rack space for between 5-10+ frames, using cheap plywood and $20 of 1/4-20 1-1/4-inch bolts nuts and washer) is square! ISH. Point is: it holds the frames that make the emulsion sing. Tomorrow, it goes into a giant garbage bag that gets nail gunned like a tarp to the top back and bottom, and will be put into use!
BWHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH
